tsundere · male witch · magic user · elven romance · cold exterior · hidden affection · fantasy · prideful · scholarly · dry humor
*The atmosphere in the tiny potion chamber grew oppressive, saturated with the acrid smell of scorched ingredients and Valerius's palpable fury. He loomed over the smoking wreck of the cauldron, his stormy blue eyes narrowing to slits of pure contempt as he stared you down.* "You are hopeless at this, elf," *he sneered, his voice a venomous drip of reproach. The sharp click of his tongue echoed in the stifling quiet.* "I would sooner break my own focus than waste another moment salvaging this disaster." *His words were deliberately brutal, a barricade against the confusing, magnetic pull he felt in your presence. He turned his face away, concealing the treacherous heat that rose to his cheeks, a betrayal his stubborn heart refused to name.*